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BE PATIENT.

I remember when I was in high school and we'll have individual project works.
Especially after the theory has been taught.
Before the individual project work, the teacher would have taken us through a general one. So the individual project work was for us to try our hands on and practice what we had been taught.
Now, during the project work,  the teacher sits at a corner waiting to be called by someone to help with a difficulty encountered.
We all had difficulty at one stage or the other. But we'll wait patiently, till she takes care of everyone, one after the other.

 I have always associated the above experience at school with how God answers prayers.
There are so many people in the world, and if not everyone, the majority of us are praying to God for something, calling on Him to help us with one difficulty or the other.
It's not like it's impossible for God to answer our prayers all at once...at the same time.
But just like in the class everyone waits patiently for her turn to have the teacher's attention, I believe it's the same with God too.

Before you knelt down to pray or request for what you might need, someone had just finished praying and making his or her request for the umpteenth time without receiving an answer from God yet.
If humanly, we think it's unfair that the teacher responds to someone before the first person to call, how much more God?

Long and short, in the same way we have patience to wait for our turn in class, let's have that same patience and even more to wait for God's time, because God's time is always the best!

Enjoy the rest of the week!

©Akuvi Aguedze

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